timothée chalamet imagines

overwhelmed

your pov

"OVER HERE!"
"TIMOTHÉE!"
"Y/N!"
"SMILE! GIVE ME SOMETHING!"

"You okay?" Timothée asked, the grip around my waist tightening.

"Mhm." I nodded and gulped.

He gave me a kiss to the cheek and posed for the cameras. I tried to put on a good face.

It felt like the yelling became louder. The only relief I had was when we had to move down the carpet and I could just close my eyes for a few seconds before having to open them up again.

I looked out into a brand new set of cameras and yelling photographers.

"Y/N!"
"OVER HERE!"
"TO YOUR LEFT!"

My head was bobbling all over the place. I mean, where am I even supposed to look? All I see is bright blobs.

Besides the yelling of photographers, there was the addition of that from fans lined up around the carpet. My ears began to hurt, the sounds of voices roared into them.

Timothée moved behind me, putting his hands on my hips as we posed for more pictures.

I closed my eyes, taking in a sharp breath before a tear escaped and ran down my cheek. I grabbed his hand and yanked them off of me.

I lifted my dress up and ran down the carpet toward the end. Passing up hundreds of other cameras and celebrities.

"Y/n! Wait!" I hear Timmy's voice almost echoed behind me.

But I couldn't, I had to get out of here. Once I made it to the end, I ran back into the venue, pushing my way through people.

Looking around, it seemed like I couldn't find anywhere to go, anywhere to hide.

I raced over to a random corner, sliding myself down until my butt hit the floor. People still all around me, staring, whispering.

My hands covered my face as I cried into them, I could barely breathe. It was all too much. By now I was practically shaking.

"Y/n!" I heard his voice again, but I didn't budge.

The space fell silent as I felt hands on my shoulders. "Baby."

My hands uncovered my face as I opened my eyes and saw Timothée right in front of me.

"What's going on?" he asked concerned.

"I-I it wa-was to-too much." I panted, my voice becoming thick, I could barely even speak.

He pulled me into his chest. Hugging me tightly, his hands rubbed my back in an effort to calm me down.

"You're okay," he said "you're with me now."

My crying lasted a few minutes before I pulled away from him. "Are you mad?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head "I'm not mad."

"I'm sorry," I sighed "I didn't mean to ruin your night."

His thumbs ran across my cheeks, wiping away my tears. "You didn't ruin it y/n."

"But the whole carpet thi-"

He cut me off by giving me a kiss. "You didn't ruin anything."

I gave him a half-smile, that was all I could give anyway. No other emotion came over me but pure disappointment and guilt.